The day I entered the fan event, I never imagined I'd become the "lucky dick." She kissed me, gave a slow, sticky blowjob, and then fucked me like she was squeezing out every drop of my cum. Her hip movements were more skilled than a professional sex maniac—like a lustful monster. My beloved idol moaned like a sex slave made just for me. That night wasn't just a fan event—it felt more like a creepy "fan exploitation session," designed to drain fans dry.